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TAT ff AB WITH (The Story of a Woman's Atonement, by Charlotte M. Braeme. CHAPTER XXXlX—Continued. ' Leonie wanted to bo alone. She felt M though someone hod struck her across the face with u whip, and -had left a Htinglng, scarlet brand there. “A thief? She, Leonle Uaynor, who ■ had been proud of her beauty—who / Tdiad been fair and pure as the blossoms i f wound her—who had been loyal and true—wno had carried herself proudly by right of her Innocence and fair ■ fame—who had never known fear or ahamo, was now neither more nor less than a thief. ( They called her Countess of Charnleigh—she was In reality a thief. They praised her: they said that the world was at her feet—that she was graceful, charming, and clever. Before heaveri ■he was a thief. She said the word to herself over and over again, and each time it grew more hateful Yet it was perfectly true. She had stolon Paul’s title—it was hie, not hers. She had stolen his money, his lands, his jewels, his possessions; they were all his, not hers -she had stolen them. Then came to her mind the solemn words of that brief commandment, “Thou shalt not steal!” Had any one broken that commandment more terribly than she had done? As she stood, — her white flnger.s playing with the rich scarlet blossoms of an Indian plant, a sudden thought came to her. “Why not own the truth? Why not free herself from this miserable load of sin and treachery that darkened her life and made her wretched? Why not free her soul irom its bondage, her heart from its weight of unutterable sorrow? Why not repent of her sin before Heaven, and give back to Paul Flemyng that which was most justly his?” The very thought of this wasa'relief to her. Confess it all—give back that which was another's and not hers—free herself from this intolerable shame and anguish -win for herself again the sweet hope of heaven—ah, if she would but do all >his! Could she give up this luxury and magnificence to which she had no title? No, she could not; and with the stain of her sin still deeper on her soul, she went out from among the flowers. CHAPTER XL. Monsieur Dudevant had made for himself a great reputation as an artist; his portraits were like life, every one said; and so Monsieur Dudevant had always more work on hand than it was at all likely he could accomplish. It was owing to this pressure of business that the commission given to him long ago by Captain Paul Flemyng was still unexecuted—the commission of copying the portrait of Paul’s mother which for so many years had hung in the late Earl of Charnleigh’s room. Leonie would insist upon Paul’s accepting the original, but he said “No,” he seemed to have some superstitious feeling about the gift. He was grateful to be allowed to have a copy of it, but he never seemed to like the idea of taking it from the place which the late earl’s meditations had made sacred. He wrote to Monsieur Dudevant, who placed his name upon the list requiring early attention, and promised to write when his turn came. It was now that the artist wrote saying that if the picture was sent at once he would * attend to It. k Captain Flemyng had been summoned on military business to Whldon, where he was expected to remain for some days. He went over himself to Crown Leighton, and most carefully packed the picture. It was sent .to Lady Charnleigh, in London, as she had promised to select a new frame for it. ’ The case containing the picture arrived one morning when the countess was preparing to attend a royal garden party. She looked superbly beautiful in her cloud-like dress of lace and tulle, white, with the faintest soupcon of blue. Her brilliant face was flushed with animation. She was at the pinnacle of glory. She had received a royal invitation, and she knew that there would be few present at that party more admired than herself. “Ito think that I should receive an invitation from a queen?” she said to herself. “I, who three years since was insulted by servants and despised by schoolgirls—l am invited by the queen of the greatest country in the world. I wonder if her Majesty will have leisure to speak to me, tend, if so, I wonder what she will say ” She had been more than usually so- ’ licitous about this party. “Ethel,” she said to Miss Dacre, “you have such superb taste in dress, design something for me more elegant than has yet been seen." And Miss Dacre did as she was requested, the rqsult being something exquisite. “Are you satisfied with me?" asked Leonie, simply as a child, when the carriage was announced. Ethel Dacre, with a sudden warm . impulse, kissed the lovely face. “You look," she said, “just as though you had come out of a white aloud, you are so fairy-like. I hope you will enjoy J' ver y L*dy Charn“There is not much fear of that," returned Leonie, with a light laugh. They remembered that day afterward as the last of her bright, brilliant life. She had never looked so lovely, she had never been so greatly admired. The light, ethereal style of dress suited her to perfection, the light, fairylike hat was like a crown on the golden head, the clouds of rich white lace fell gracefully round the perfect figure, and the exquisite lace seemed to rise from them like a blossom from pale leaves. She had never been so much ad- . mired.—People said to each other afterward how kindly the royal lady had spoken to the lieautifui Countess; princes, dukes, and embassadors paid homage to her. She was queen by right of her beauty and grace. Wher,ever a little group of the most eminent Jmen of the day were gathered together, 'there in the midst was Lady Charn--1 freight to be seen. lOn that day, too—the last of her ’'Brilliant reign—she excelled herself in < lt repartee. Her bon mots were >w repeated on all sides. Groat men went I away from her smiling, add saying to - themselves that Lady Charnleigh was ' peerless in wit as in beauty. She had never beon so successful in society as on this day, which was, in some respects, to be her last. Royal princesses were most gracious to her: and bne, attracted by her fair face and winsome manner, seemed to have conceived a sudden friendship for her. . Amidst all the homage and adulation, while she was the object of general observation, the quaen of the tete, the most admired, while heY heart boat high in triumph, while princes bent before her, Leonie was outwardly calm and self-possessed. The sun shone bright, flowers bloomed, fair faces smiled around her; the whole scene 'was one of splendor and beauty; but the still, small voice she could never stifle made itself heard. She, welcomed by royal lips, flattered by princes, crowned with her own beauty and graoe-she was, after all, “a thief. ■

Ts they had knowti it, those great and noble ones who smile 1 upon her—if they had known that she had robbed a loyal man of his estate and his money, there would have bean small mercy for her, their flattering lips would have told another tale. Once or twice during those sunny, brilliant hours, when she was moro quiet, and had fewer people around her, it seemed to her that, fa" above the sound of the music, the silvery laughter, the murmur of conversation, she heard the him of the word “thief." Thief! What would they think of her if they know? How they would shrink from her! All her bounty, her wit, her grace, would fall to charm them. She would be scorned, deplsed —an outcast. Why, her proper place was a felon's deck, and not the grounds of a good and mighty quoen. Then the dark thoughts were all dispelled: a prince was talking to her, and she read admiration in his eyes. t He laughed at her wit, ho enjoyed ' himself, and again the spirit of vanity ! reigned conqueror within. There had never been a greater social success than this of Lady Charnleigh’s. As she looked round, feeling herself queen of that brilliant throng, she said to herself: “It is worth it all. My gifts were given to me that I might reign. They would all have beon lost had 1 remained a poor, obicure governess. Why should I give up that which J know how to hold so well?" She drove home with the sound of homage and adulation in her oars, triumphant and successful. Ethel Dacre j , had never soon her in higher spirits. “There is no need to ask if you have enjoyed yourself, Lady Charnleigh.” “No, indeed, Ethel; I have laughed and talked without ceasing.” “You must be tired,” said Ethel. “No, lam not tired. Os what use is It to be tired? I am going to Lady Bagshawe’s concert, and after that to the Countess of Arlington's ball.” Ethel raised her eyes in wonder. “How you live through it puzzles me.” “How I should live without it would puzzle mo still more. Are you going with me to the concert?” “Yes, I will go. Lady Charnleigh, that picture of Captain Flomyng’s has arrived, and he has sent me a note, asking me, if you are too busy, to attend to it. He wants the picture very carefully removed from the frame and sent to Monsieur Dudevant. Will you do it, or shall I?” “Do it yourself, by all means, Ethel, if you will. I have neither skill nor patience to be car&ful over anything. ” Miss Dacre was only too delighted. What would please her more than to do anything for Paul? To attend to this request of his was a great happiness to her. “I will begin at once,” she said. “You had better get one of the servants to help you jto take the picture from the frame, Ethel,” observed Leonie; “those white hands of yours will never manage it." “I should not like a servant’s hands to touch it,” said Ethel, eagerly: “neither, I am sure, would Captain Flemyng." Leonie laughed, and the laugh sounded harsh and unnatural. “I am amused in manv respects, Ethel,” she remarked. “You are so much like Paul. I should never have thought of such a thing. Keep all profane hands from it, my dear, by all means. ” Miss Dacre went away to attend to her commission, leaving the countess alone. The laugh died from her lips as Ethel closed the dcor. "I wish I were like her!" she cried, passionately. “I wish to heaven that I were only one-half so good!” A man-servant carried the packingcase into the morning-room, and removed the heavy outer covering. “Do not touch the picture,” said Miss Dacre. “I will attend to it myself.” She waited until the man had left the room. Some delicate, womanly, graceful feeling led her to take her first look at this picture alone. It was Paul’s mother, and perhaps Ethel guessed how dearly Paul had been loved and cared for. She withdrew the paper that hid the portrait, and gazed long at the sad, beautiful face, so like Paul’s own. “D?es she know how' much I' love him?” said the girl to herself. “Does she know that all my life is dark and dreary to me, because he does not care for me?” She looked long and sadly at the beautiful face, wondering to herself what was the secret of that life, why the picture had hung in the Earl’s room, and why he had loved it better than he had'loved any living woman. Then she carefully took the back from the frame, and as she did so it struck her how very loosely it had been placed there—it seemed as though the back had been removed before. Then she took out the picture, and as she did so a folded paper that had been placed between the back of theframe and the portrait fell out. At first she took no notice of it, thinking it had been placed there to protect the canvas, but, her eyes falling carelessly on it, she saw that it was covered with writing which was yellow with age. She laid the picture' down very carefully and took up the paper. She opened it and read it, then paused and read it again; her face grew very white as she did so, her eyes filled with surprise and dread, her lips trembled. “What does it mean?” said Ethel Dacre. “It frightens me—what does it mean?" CHAPTER XLI. It was a small, square paper, written closely over, yellow with age and worn at the edges, which had fallen from the portrait of Paul Flemyng's mother. Not one detail escaped the keen, wondering <yos bent upon it. Ethel Dacre had read and re-read the letter, her wonder growing greater each time. It was addressed to Captain Fleming, and these were the words that filled her with such unutterable astonishment “My Dear Paul—You will perhaps wonder that, from all those who have equal claims upon mo, I have chosen you as my heir. It is not because you are my nearest of kin —there is one nearer than yourself. It is because I loved your mother, Paul. All words are weak to tell you how dearly I loved her. Fraud and treachery parted us when we were young, and since then I have loved no other woman—no other face has ever charmed me, no other voice has made music in myears. I have been true to her in life, and I shall be true to her in death; so, I have left you all that I have in this world, because I loved your mother—loved and lost her. You will be a riclunan, a great and powerful man; but always remember that your wealth, your rank, and your position come from your mother, not from me. You must be grateful to her, not to me. I have no particular wishes to leave with you; nothing has interested me much since your mother died. Her picture hangs in my room, and no day passes without my looking at it. As age creeps on me, I like to sit and gaze at it, to imagine to myself how the face I have loved so well looks among the angels in heaven, and to wonder If, when I am dying, that same sweet face will be by my side. “The whim seizes me to-day to write this and place it in your mother’s pic-

ture. If you never find the letter It will not matter; but I have a belief that, when you—my heir —come 'home,’ there will be a now and handsome frame wanted for the picture, and thal It will be taken from the quiet room l where I have spent so many hours, and put in a place of honor, as befits the portrait of the mother of the heir. ■ Thon you will meet with this, and you will know that the ‘morose old earl,' ■as they called me, spent his time in faithfully loving one woman, and also ' that you owe all yqn have to your mother, and not to mo. Good-by, and Heaven bless you, Paul Memyng. You will be Earl of Charnleigh when you read this. May heaven grant that you may have a happier love und a happier | life than mine! Ulric Charnleigh.” Ethel Dacre st md perfectly still with the letter in her hand. What did it mean? The late earl wrote as though i he had loft a will, which was in favor iof Captain Flemyng. If so, where was i it? Why had it not beon found? She was almost stupefied with the disclosure—Paul the true heir, and not Loonie? Whore was the will? Her thoughts were all in a whirl of confusion. She seemed almost incapable of forming lucid ideas. Then she remembered what Captain Flemyng had told her — that they had sought “high and low” for a will, but could not find one. It was in com-equonce of this failure that the case camo before the law courts, and. Leonie Rayner was declared next of kin. Had any will been found, of I course its instructions would have been carried out. Could it ba that Ulric, Lord Charnleigh, had intended to make a will and had died without doing so! Even in that case Paul was the rightful heir. Loonie would admit this, and of course, when she bad read the letter give up all to him. She turned to leave the room, taking the letter with her, but she found that her limbs trembled so violently that she would have fallen if she proceeded {ust then. She was obliged to rest lorsclf and still the beating of her heart. Presently she would go to Leonie, and show her what she had found. Paul would be master of Crown Leighton after all! To Ethel—so purely. so strictly honorable —there camo no-doubt of what Loonie would do. She knew that, if she herself were placed in a similar position, she would at once give up all she had—she would absolutely refuse to keep possession of what it was never intended should be hers. That Loonie would offer the least opposition never occurred to Ethol. She did not know how love of money and of power, how pride of i ank and position could corrode even the noblest of natures. Then, as she went up the broad staircase of that superb mansion, it suddenly occurred to her that it would lie very hard for Leonie to renounce all tnis state and splendor. Hard, indeed; but then at the call of honor people should be willing to lay down their lives even. She inquired were Lady Charnleigh was, and Florette told her that she was in her own room. Ethel went thither. Ito be continued. | EARNIN G "A~JO B.” How a Man Who Minded His Own Business Secured Employment. “It’s an old story, boys,” said the speaker, “but it may suggest an idea in these hard times, when so many men are out of work, and rich men who would like to help them do not know how to go about it Stephen Girard, the philanthropist, was a man who admired industry as strongly as he detested laziness. Early one morning, while the millionaire was walking around the square, near his residence, a man named John Smith, who had worked on Girard’s fine buildings as a labbrer, applied to him for assistance. “ ‘Assistance —work—ha? You want to work?’ “ ‘Yes, sir; it's a long time since I’ve had anything to do.’ “ ‘Very well, I shall give you some. You see dem stone yondarr’ “ ‘Yes, sir.’ “ ‘Very well: you shall fetch and put them in this place. You see?’ “ ‘Yes, sir.’ “ ‘And when you done, come to me at my bank.’ “Smith diligently performed his task, which he accomplished about 1 o’clock, when he repaired to Mr. Girard and informed him that it was finished, at the same time asking him if he would not give him something more to do. “ ‘Ah, ha! oui. You want more work? Very well: you shall go place dem stone where you got him. Understandez? You take him back.’ “Away went Smith to his work. He finished putting the stones back by sunset, and then Called on Mr. Girard for his pay. “ ‘Ah, ha! you all finish?’ “ ‘Yes, sir.’ “Very well. How much money shall I give you?’ “ ‘One dollar, sir.’ “ ‘Dat is honest. You take no advantage. Dare is your dollar. ’ “ ‘Can I do anything else for you, sir?’ • “ ‘Oui. Come here when you get up to-morrow. You shall have some work.’ “Next morning, on calling, Smith was not a little astonished when told that he must ‘take dem stone back again,’ nor was his astonishment diminished when the order was repeated for the fourth and last time. However, he was one of that philosophic kind of persons who mind their own business, and he went on with his job with all the apparent indifference imaginable When he called on Mr. Girard in the evening and informed him that the stones ’were as they were,’ he was saluted in the most cordial manner by the eccentric Frenchman. “ ‘Ah, Monsieur Smith, you shall be my man. You mind your own business; you do what is told you: you ask no questions; you no interfere. You shall work for me.’. "Thereafter the man was attached to Girard's service for years, and later became a very wealthy man—his first start in the world arising from the fact that, he obeyed orders and minded his own business. Lepers at Large. Lepers are very plentiful on the island of Jamaica in the West Indies. They mix with the people without let or hindrance, plying all manners of trades and vocations, even to selling fruits and cakes on the public streets and keeping butcher-shops and bakeries. The government has provided a leper hospital at Spanish Town, which ordinarily shelters a hundred or more lepers. But there is no restriction on their coming and going as they please. Good care and treatment is provided for them, and as is the nature of the average Jamaican negro, they are well pleased to have some one provide for them, and thus enable them to live without work and care. But when they take a notion to go to sqe their friends, or to visit Kingston to see the sights, they simply go, and none hinders them. The physicians and thoughtful people of the island periodically try te. secure some proper treatment of the very serious leper question, but humanity's prevailing type in tne tropics is easy going, ana nothing is done.

BUILT THAT WAY. Hew Kiully a Woman Id.ntia«a rarsflpai Property. It was at the baggage-rooms in the Fort street depot. The woman had lost the check for her trunk, and as is usual In such cases where no suspicion is entertained she was asked to identify her baggage, says the Detroit Free Press. “Oh, 1 can pick that trunk out of a thousand. It was a ■/inc covered trunk with a strap around it, and it had a big W for White on each end. It was a trunk my sister bought in Cincinnati and paid •’> for and after she got crippled up with rheumatism and couldn’t got out any more she s id it to me for There it is now! Pd swear to that trunk in Africa!” “But about the contents, ma’am. You have the key?” “Os course 1 have. I had this key made in Buffalo last week. I lost the other key about a year ago and always believed that Mrs Robinson’s baby swallowed it while I was visiting there The poor thing hud cramps for three months after I left, and she wrote me the other day that she never expe ted it would be a healthy child again.” “Describe the contents,” said the officer, as he pulled the trunk down. ‘•Well, let’s see? We’ll begin with the till first. There’s my bonnet in the bonnet-box. 1 paid $7 for it in Buffalo last year, and had over $2 worth of trimmings put on last week. I don’t know as I shall want to wear it once while I am here, but 1 thought I tetter bring it along. I was never quite satisfied with that bonnet, but 1 suppose ” “Wuat else?” interrupted the man. “There’s a black fan that cost me 1)9 cents. I got it a sale and everybody says it was a bargain. My sister Emily was with me the day I bought it and she could swear to It If necessary. She advised me to get a white fan but I prefer “I don’t care about the particulars, ma’am.” , “Oh! you don’t? Well, there’s a black shawl in there which used to belong to my Aunt Eunice. She had it for ten years before she died and then it fell to my mother. Let’s see? That shawl must have been in our family for—for ” “Goon, ma’am.” “Then there’s my black silk dress. I paid $1.50 a yard for it in Buffalo, but I got cheated. 1 hadn’t, worn it but twice when the silk cracked and creased all up. I went back and told the clerK of it, but he wouldn’t do anything about it Next time I buy a silk dress I propose— —” “Never mind about the dress.” “The waist was beaded.” “I don’t care about that” “Well, let’s see? Oh, yes! on the bottom of the trunk are four sheets I was bringing to my sister. 1 made and bleached ’em myself. She’s got four boys and the way they do kick the sheets out is something awful. 1 don’t suppose I could have brought anything she would ’’ “What else?" “There’s a pair of gray pants on top the sheets —an old pair belonging to my husband. They are worn a little thin on the knees, but they will do to cut oven for one of the boys. I have brought up three boys myself and I know how awtul they are on pants. Sometimes it wouldn’t . be four weeks before ” “You can have the trunk,” bluntly replied the baggageman. “But there’s a lot more things to mention yet There’s three pairs of new ” “Take it away.” “And I forgot to tell you that there are ” “It you want your, trunk here it Is.” “Well. I’ll have a man take it away. I lost my chezk and I wanted to satisfy you that it was my trunk. If you’d give me time I’d tell you about the blatK coat with a fur collar, and the two pairs of suspenders for the boys, and The baggagemaster walked off. and after waiting around two or three minutes, with a disappointed and dejected look, she sorrowfully told the expressman to carry the trunk to his wagon. Some Roy at Pets. In one of the sheds at Windsor Is a magnificent chestnut charger, over seventeen hands high, onoejthe property of the late Emperor Frederick of Germany. The charger has a sprightly though somewhat Incongruous companion in the shape of Ninettee, a little white donkey, which was purchased at Grasse by her Majesty and presented to the Princess Victoria of Connaught, for whose use it is now being broken in. Directly the donkey is taken out of the stable for educational purposes the charger becomes restless and unhappy, races around the paddock attached to his loose box in evident distress, and refuses to be comforted until his beautiful little companion returns. After inspecting this somewhat incongruous couple, says an article in the Idler, we are taken to another stable to see Jennie, a white donkey 25 years old. Jennie belongs to the Queen and was bred at Virginia Water. Her Majesty saw Jennie when she was a foal and had her brought to Windsor and trained, and theie the docile old animal has remained ever since. She is pure white in color, with large, light. expressive gray eyes. One peculiarity about her is an enormous fiat back, soft, and almost as wide' as a moderate-sized feather bed. A handsome chestnut foal is temporarily quartered with her. This foal was bred from a mare belonging to the late John Brown and promises to be a beautiful animal. Jennie, although rather reserved, affably condescends to partake of a biscuit, pensively twitching her long ears after us as we depart along the road to the royal dairy. The Queen’s favorite dogs are collies, and she possesses a magnificent specimen in Darnley. Wherever her Majesty goes she Is accompanied by Spot, a fox terrier; Roy, a black-and-tan collie, and a lovely little brown spitz called Marco. After a man passes forty, he does not care toy compliments. He is apt to know how foolish aud meaningless they are. . . - y '*"' . ' ..•**/ 1.,- 1 ' ...... ' f

. ... USING PEAT AS FUEL. lomS Minnesota Trying t« Get Ont of the C<«l Ring's Clntchea. The high price of coal and the severe weather, which han set in unusually eaily. has made the matter of fuel a burning question in more than one sense, says the St. Paul Globe, particularly inasmuch as the cost of fuel for each person |er annum is about three times as great as the iost of bread or flour during the same time. The total aggregate of money sentout of the State for coal would be a surprising figure if it were known, and perhaps docs amount to more than the money received by our State for our surplus wheat If the money thus sens out of the State, or a good portion of it could be kept at home ana used to employ our own people, it would certainly be of great value to the State, and would well repay the trouble taken in introducing it Peat is very extensively used in Europe wherever obtainable. In some districts it almost excludes every other fuel. It is used in the cities as well as in the country, io manufacturing plants and even in locomotives, and its use has been fully demonstrated in a practical way. There are a great manv peat beds scattered over different parts of the State: someol them are quite large and extensive, and one, near Grantsburg, is said to be about forty miles long. Exact data An their extent are not yet at hand, but our State geologist is looking the matter up at the request of George Reis of this city, who prew attention to this matter after his return from Europe and who, during the last summer, had quite a quantity of peat cut at Castle Station, near North St. Paul. The same has been tried in quite a number of stoves and a steam plant during the last three months and has given good satisfaction. Several of our American Consuls in Europe are now looking the matter up, and will furnish the results of their practical obvervations —among them Louis Stern. American Consul at Hamburg. Germany, in the vicinity of which a great deal of peat is being used, aud where he and Theodore Neuhausen, who accompanies him, will have ample opportunity to observe all details and have promised information which will be interesting reading before the winter is over. Mr. Reis is corresponding with different European firms who deal in machinery for the purpose in order to obtain the latest and best information on the subject, so as to begin operations early in the spring. The Best of Mimics. There Is. perhaps, no other group of insects which in form and color are so generally imitative, and which naturalists have found more difficult to detect in their haunts. Their bodies often resemble the roughened bark of the trees among which they live; or they seem to have growing to them little flecks of lichen or moss, which add to the deception. The disguise of the walking leaf Phyllium is the more striking to a naturalist because he will notice that whereas among all other members of the tribe the wing covers (when they exist) are , greatly abbreviated, the very opposite is true in Phyllium, the wing covers, the only members which could be made to resemble a leaf to perfection, being greatly developed, while the wings are aborted, as if the wing covers were here developed for the express purpose of this mimicry. Twenty-five years ago, at the Jardin d’Acclimatation, at Paris, some of these walking leaves were exhibited alive. They were placed on growing plants, from which the larger part of the leaves were stripped, that the insects m ght not too easily conceal themselves. If a large placard announcing the presence of these creatures had not drawn attention to them, certainly no one would have recognized anything extraordinary; and even as it was, many a person, after examining the case with care, left without seeing anything but the plant, and with the opinion that what the placard told »them to look for was some minute object too miscioscopic for' their sight. Even those who knew what to expect had often a 1 long search to discover what was in reality in full sight. The same was true of the living specimens at Edinburgh. Os one of them Murray says: "For the greatest period of its life it so exactly resembled the leaf on which it fed that when visitors were shown it they usually, after looking carefully over the plant for a minute or two, declared that they could see no insect. It had then to be more minutely pointed out to them, and, although seeing is notoriously said to be believing, it looked so absolutely the same as the leaves among which it rested that this test rarely satisfied them, and nothing would convince them that there was a real live insect there but the test of touch. It had to bestirred up to make it move. '’ —Harper’s Magazine. Save the Pieces. China may lie mended as firmly as a rock by the following recipe: Two persons will be needed for the work, however, for the manipulation must be rapid. The necessary materials are a little unslacked lime, puhprized, the slightly beaten white of egg. and a small hairbrush, such as Is used for mucilage. Put the white of egg on the broken edges of both pieces to be joined, and immediately dust one edge with the powdered 1 me; put the two edges accurately and firmly together, hold them in place for a minute or two and then lay them aside to dry. a The Public Taste. The pubi c taste is every year growing more exacting in its demand . for good meats. A writer thinks this is good for the intelligent breeder and feeder, but for the chump who still believes that a sheep is a sheep, a hog is a hog. and a beef is a beef, and that anything is good enough, it means unprofitable labor and a life worn out before it learns any sens£. Butter. An English method of testing butter to determine its purity, is tc smear a clean piece of white pppei with the suspected article, roil it up and set it on lira If the butter is good the paper will emit a decidedly pleasant odor, but if there is any animal fat in the product the smell will be unmistakably tallowy.

Business Directory THE DEMI MTIOUI, MIK. CAPITAL. 150,C00. SURPLUS. Ill.W*. Organized August 16, 1883. Officers:—P. W. Smith, Pres., Daniel WeMy, Vlce-pren ,R. 8. Peterson. Cashier. J. 8. Peterson, Ass’t Cashier. Do a general banking business. Interest paid on time deposits. Buy and sell Domestic and Foreign Exchange. County aud City Orders. Adams Countyßank Capital, 875.000. Bnrplas, T5.00*. Orgulsed tn IgIL Offioura-D. atadabakss. President 1 RoM. B. Allison, Vice-President; W. H. Niblick, Caehles. Do a general banking business. Colleotiens made in all parts of the country. County. City and Township Orders bought. Foreign and Domestic Exchange bought and sold. Interest paid on time deposits. Paul G. Hooper, at Deeatve, • • Z<s«K«m. hmm, u k. Hamm. A n. mwnr <f> ATTORNEIS-AT--LAW, And Notaries Public. Pension Claims Prosecuted, Office in Odd FeUows’ Building, Decatur, lad. . -TTULANCa a MBRBYMAX t. t. raAircn. •T J. T. MXABTMAN I Attorneys Xsat-w> DEOATUB, INDIANA. • Office Noe. L > and 8. over the Adams County Bank. OoUeotlons a specialty. A. CL. HOLLO WAT, X’lxy-mlolmjx Ub ■uraeon Office ever Burns’ harnem shop, recldeneo eno door north of M. B. church. AU calle promptly attended to ia elty Or country nlgM RJB. M. la BOLLOWAT, M. ». Office end reeidence one door north of K. M ehurch. Dlseasoe of woman and ohUdrea cpo> eUlUoe. Leil Nelson, Veterlnarj Surgeon, Decatur, Ind. Residence southeast cor. Decatur and Short streets. T Q. MCFTUNC, Jo DBNTW. UTTT Y w ■ -1 J Now located over Holthouse's shoe store, and Is prepared to do sU work pertaining to the dea* tel protection. Gold filling a specialty, By the ase of Mayo’s Vspor bo is enabled to extract teeth wMhoat pain. AU work warranted. MONEYTO LOAN Ou Item Property on Long SeM> MTo Ooaaamxlwdßloaae Lew Bate of InSereeS. SPoKrtlMl JPdsxxiaiwaffiWß Ba tae Meonats can bo made at any timo amt stop interest. Call on, or aMnea, a. *. G.817.M, or J. P. Offiaoi Odd yellows’ BWMiaa, Demtsa JWkERiE Lines. Scheduls In effect Aug. 27. 1893. Trains Leave Decatur as Follows TRAINS WEST. No. 5. Vestibule Limited, daily for I ~,n p M Chicago I z.«i r. si No. 3. Pacific Express, dally for I , ~n . M Chicago f 1 No. L Express, daily for Chicago u ; 2OA. M No. 31. Accommodation, dally, a y except Sunday I TRAINS EAST. No. 8. Vestibule Limited, dally for I p ~ New York and Boston f * r - * No. 2. Express, daily for New I p M York I No. 12. Express, dally for New i ; 3qa. M. No. 90. Accommodation, daily ex-1 * M Second Nb. 12—Leaving Decatur 1:30 a. m. da'.lv. Solid train for Columbus, Ohio, via Manon and the Cdlumbus, Hooking Valley and Toiddo Railway (Buckeyeßoue): Pullman oleepero to Columbus. Kenova, and Norfolk snd other Virginia points via the Columbus. Hocking Valley aud Toledo and the Nortolk end Western Line*. J. W. DeLONO. Agent. W.G.MaoEdward«,T.P. A.Huntiugton, Ind First Clam Night and Day Bcrvica hotwian Toledo, Ohio, )AND( —- St. Louis, Mo. FREE CHAIR CARS UY TUIMS—IIBOfRI EHUIPMEMT TWOBCMn. VESTIBULED SLEEPING CARS ON Nlat HT TRAIN •! W»F4£» BEtVCD EH HOUJE, bow, MT or HIOHT, nt nederate co«t Itk hr tlckih »h Tiledt, SI Louit i lintu City 1A Clover Lmf Route. Far further particulars, call on noareM Agent es the Company, or address O. O. JENKINS. •oiwel rwmnr Web tol<p»,oma

The Lyon & Healy Organ Is the best and most salable Jfl ■ Organ of the Day Organs sold ob Installmwt Payments it Low Figures. SEND fOR CATALOGUE. Fred K. Shafer, Agt, BERNE. IND.

AST Merryman’S FACTORY You can get all kinda of Hard and Soft Woodj Siding, Flooring, Brackets, Molding, Odd-Sized Sash and Doors. In fact all kinds of building ma terial either made or furnished an short notice. 4. *. 8080, B. T. BCMb Master Commissioner. 8080 a SON, ATTORNEYS A.T tuA-W. AmJ MMI Iwk O.P. 81. ANDREWS, Fix yalolzm <m Surgeon | MONROE, INDIANA. Office and residence 2nd and Srd doors west st M. E. church, **-* Prof. I. H. Zeigler, Vetertoiry Surgeon, Modus Operandl, Orcho *1 ZJ tomy, OTerotomy, Castrating, Rldg Bng, Horses and Spaying Cattle and Dehorn ing. and treating their diseases. Office over J M. ■tone's hardware store, Decatur Indiana. ( ■■■■--■ m J. 8, Coverdale, M. D. P. B. Thomas, M Dk DOCTORS Coverdale & Thomas Office ovr Pierce’s Drug store, Decatur, Ind LOOKHERE2 I am here to stay and eaa seß Organs and Pianos BBHIW3H Olff BHINHIS .IW’iSanKi.YS EL.. tee NMoasMs iMMtnttMaM ■MMJ. •T. T. <7OOTA,Peo«fw*b JnA Grand Rapids & Indiana Railroad Trains run on Central Standard Time, 28 mln] utes slower than Columbus or former time. Took effect Thursday, August 17.1898. GOING NORTH. STATIONS. No. 1 No. 8 No. 5 No. T OlntJinnatL.lve 815 am 9 00pm Richmond..... 2 20pm 1100 .. 1150 Winchester.... 3 17 .. 11 55 .. 1231 am Portland 404 .. 1235 pm 103 .. .. , Decatur 510.. 131.. 140 Ft.Wayne...arr 600 .. 215.. 215 “ “ ...Ive 2 35.. 2 25.. SOisni Kendallville 3 41.. 319.. 910.. Rome City 3 56.. 332 .. 9 ?6.. Wolcottville 401 .. 337 .. 931.. Valentine 4 11 9 42.. LaGrange 419.. 362 . 951.. Lima.... .. 429 10 03.. Sturgis 440 .. 4 12.. 10 19 .. Vicksburg 536.. »5, .. 1114.. Kalamazoo.arr 6 05„. 5W.. 1140.. ’’ ..Ive 710 am 6 25.. 5°5 .. 1230 pm Or. Rapids..arr 910 .. 810 .. 6 50.. 21s.- •• •• ..Ive 10 50.. 7 20.. 415 .. D.,G.H.AM.cr 11 05.. 735.. 429 .. Howard City '..12 05am 8 45.. 5 40.. Big Rapids 12 55 .. 947 . 645 .. Reed City 1 25.. 1020.. 7M.. Cadillac.....arr 2 30.. 1130.. 910 .. - “ ....Ive 2 40.. 1135.. Traverse City. '. ;25pm Kalkaska 4 01.. 120 Petoskey 545.. 300 .. Mackinac City. 7 05.. 420 GOING SOUTH. STATIONS. No. 2 No. 6 No. 4 No. I MackinacClty. 909 pm 740 am 150 pm .... ... Petoskey 10 30.. 9 15.. 300 - Kalkaska 12 45am 11 21.. 415 Da verse City 1106.. 416.. Cadillac ....arr 2 20am 100 pm 620 •• ....Ive 230.. 120.. 645 pm T9oam Reed City 3 38.. 2 35.. 750.. »».. Bly Rapids 4 08.. 8 06.. 823.. 928.. Howard City.. 500 .. 3 50.. 920 .. 10 35 .. D„O.H.*M.cr 615.. 5 00.. 1025. 1136.. Gr. Rapids .arr 6 30.. 5 15.. 10 40.. 1150 .. “ “ ..Ive 700 .. 6 00.. 1120 .. 200pm Kalamssoo.arr 850 .. 8 00.. 1256*m 840 .. ’’ ..Ive 855 .. 806 845.. Sturgis 10 19.. 926 506 .. Uma... 1032 .. 940 517 .. UGrange... . 1044 .. 953 522 .. Valentine 1053.. 10 02.. 537 .. Wolcott v111e.. . 1104 .. 10 14 647 .. Rome City 1109 .. 1019 552 .. Kendallville... 1125 .. 10 39 6 08.. Ft. Wayne..arr 1240 pm 1160 715 .. ’’ “ J..lve 100.. 1210 am 545 am Decatur 146.. 1258.. 630 Portland 240.. 2 00.. 730 Winchester.... 317.. 241.. 809 Richmond 4 20.. 3 40.. 915 Cincinnati 7 00.. 7 15.. 1301 pm...." Trains 5 and C run daily between Grand Rapids and Cincinnati. C, L. LOCKWOOD, Gen. Pass. Agent •A. ( JEFF. BRYSON, Agent, Decatur, Ind 4 Scientific Americas Agency TRACE MARKS, COPYRIGHTS, etc. For information and free Handbook write to MUNN A CO., 361 BROADWAY, NIW YORK. Oldest bureau for aecuring patents in America. Every patent taken out by us is brought before the public by a notice given free of charge In the I'citnfiftf >mttwan Larmst drenlatlon of any srtsatlllc paper tn tha world. Splendidly Illustrated. No Intelligent man should be without It. Weekly, S 3. OO a year: 11.50 six months. Address MUNN A COw 361 Broadway, New York Cltjfe